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my dreams have become so real that I have to think about what my real life is and what my dream life is 

WOW. I AM HUNG OVER FUCK

By Eric Soffer
July 25, 2014
Here’s a thing

By Eric Soffer

July 25, 2014

Here’s a thing

charlescharlson:

chiefofartisticvalue:

Untitled(sisters), diptych
2014
48x40”, and 48x40”
Ink, dye, bleach, and enamel on canvas, sewn parts

By Joshua Hurwitz Joshua-evan.com

one of my best friends makes amazing art. 
look at his shit on his website or at least look at these two of his paintings 

charlescharlson:

chiefofartisticvalue:

Untitled(sisters), diptych

2014

48x40”, and 48x40”

Ink, dye, bleach, and enamel on canvas, sewn parts

By Joshua Hurwitz Joshua-evan.com

one of my best friends makes amazing art. 

look at his shit on his website or at least look at these two of his paintings 

ericthesoffer:

By Eric Soffer
December 27, 2013

lol someone just reblogged this old poem from me that I forgot existed. Edits would include “why the fuck is there a comma?” between the first and second lines. Still making fun of love sayings lol 

ericthesoffer:

By Eric Soffer

December 27, 2013

lol someone just reblogged this old poem from me that I forgot existed. Edits would include “why the fuck is there a comma?” between the first and second lines. Still making fun of love sayings lol 

By Eric Soffer
July 22, 2014

By Eric Soffer

July 22, 2014

Wait, do you all follow me because I post poems or something?

Life is a garden, not a road. We enter and exit through the same gate. Wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice.

- Kurt Vonnegut (via likeafieldmouse)

An Essay By Abraham Lincoln on Poetry and Language By George Washington

It’s been so long since I’ve let myself get close to a person that maybe I’m actually lonely and longing for human connection…

But then my poems would suck.

Fuck.

(That was a poem with a rhyme scheme)

Lol

(That was part of it too) (The poem, not the rhyme)

Just kidding, I’m blabbering like an idiot. 

GODDAMN IT THEY CHANGED IT BACK TO THE PICTURES INSTEAD OF THE SQUARES. MOTHER CLUCKERS, MAN. MOTHER SNUCKERS!